Family brackets
The youngest and the oldest in the clan bond over a shared name or two, sore teeth, how easy it is to trip over things, optimum joke delivery, and the finer points of charming the ladies.
Weekend bonus shot, 08.30.08
Headdress, Berkeley, CA. “Do you like my hair? Some of it is blonde, and some of it is just my dress. I’m pretending it’s a headdress.”
Living history*
We all sat around the room at my sister’s house, postponing dinner for nearly an hour. Our ages ranging from 1.5 years to 87, tweenagers and a teenager, thirty-somethings and forty-somethings and sixty-somethings, and we all of us watched, only the 1.5 year old not riveted. I am so proud